his smile became an imitation
of what it once was.
Distorted into a framed display
to serve as his shield.
With his hooded facade he leans his back against the wall
for fear of what others would say behind it
as Resent festers in his heart
like a Sickness Slowly Seeping
into his Somber soul.

Yet, it has always been her alluring smile
that eased his heavy heart.
It has always been the softness of her voice
and her delicate touch
that broke down the barricades built out of fear.
Soon he to took on a softness that revived
a glimmer of
a smile that once was.

As His heart began to heal she showed Him
a place of Love.
No longer alone amidst a mass of "friends"
resentment replaced with Surrender
,sickness shifted to Strength.
While a somber soul starts to smile
with a Joy greater than it's ever known

M.O.I

For my tears that we're shead in secret
This is what I say
I am not weak
For Having a Heart way
                                Heavily on me
Each and Every day.

AND
I am NOT ashamed that who I lost
Holds some of What We Were
Even if...
For now ...
The piece of them I posses
only wounds me
Deeply.

YET
I am not sorry I did not guard my heart
For even though I lost a great deal

I will remember and carry you with me
and slowly...
                  I Will Heal.

So let Me Morn Who We Were
And someday, should I look back
at what I once loved

Know,  that now the piece I possess
fits into a puzzle that depicts
Who I Have Become

Release, like any poison brings both euphoria and
self shattering shame

constantly bordering between
shackles
and freedom,
He invites numbness
to slowly swallow His sanity
til He finds comfort in His cage.

As He Willingly
Dives
         Deeper
Into a
Sensless Stupor

This sickness steals with hungry hands
while his soul slowly starves.
Through a teary ghoulish gaze of glass
he looks at an absent face.

his mind contorts and twists in
writhing agony
as simple seconds span eternities
and days merge as mere moments.

his silent screams to be saved slowly start to fade like a flickering candle surrendering to the cruel Darkness.

the last of the glistening light reflecting from
his empty eyes dimly shines
as his heavy head falls
and he surcomes to slumber
.

Self hidden hatred has held you like a cold crushing coil. Words of preached poison serve as sharp slicing scales that open your kind caring soul.

Temporary love and happiness act as false friends wrapping round a caring noose. Calling it a comforting embrace that promises to rock you to sleep as you swing

Your eyes slowly seal like the tomb you wish would grant you rest.
but listen closely, your so starved you can hear the hazy whisper of hope echoing in the silent sepulchre.

The salvaged remnants of strength from your painful past merge. The rock to all is sculpted by blows and bashes and carved by scares of caring and you wear so many proud scars.

So stand and slay the slithering snake, fray the false friend’s noose and hear hopes hazy whisper my strong caring kind friend

I am tirelessly tormented by black thoughts that mercilessly mock
shame and scar my broken body.

My worked worn bones bend
as I will my bruised body to rise on shattered limping legs.

I’m forced to lift myself off the cold cruel ground once more.

I climb out the grave that
I
decided to dig.
While a dark hazed figure tries to bury me alive

I see the cold shaking hands of insecurity shrouded in a dark cloak standing by my side

As we look over the pit I escaped.

I intentionally let a sadistic smile slip. Laughing with an unwavering stare.

I grabbed his  old steel shovel
and filled my grave

M.O.I